Need Some Help

Lord, look over us
Let it be a peaceful journey and not danger in any way
Because I don't like these mother fuckers
This whole world is fucked up and I'm a product of this fucked up world
I need help!

First, let me start this rhyme out with some truth
I was shaking and sweating like Colin Farrel in a phone booth
Visions inhaling off my brains, like flames
And constraints, like chains, all comes together like drugs to veins
So tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
Even groupie bitches never get involved with me
'Cause I hear voices? I make murderous choices?
Stare at their crotches while I mumble strange noises?
Fuck it, I guess it really doesn't matter, not here to impress 'em
Just infect 'em and make their brains splatter
I shovel two garbage bags in a shallow grave
I speak in tongues and cut my face every time I shave
A ritual habitual, so pick the principles
Deadly syllables, forget three second intervals
A mind that's fucked up, so suspect, so criminal
Put you in the ground with the phosphates and minerals

These boys really need some help (this is true)
'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too)
Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody)
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help)

I'm the pinnacle of strangeness
I peel away the paint an' flesh
'Til I'm faceless, unnecessary anguish
Nothing but a voice now
Bleedin' on the track, with the belief
That if it's dead it can come back
I ate my soul, I swallowed it whole
And stitched up my torso with a handful of staples
The walking dead, deaf, dumb, and blind
Stab both of my eyes, but I can see you with my mind

I tried pills, jumping off of window sills
But, nothing could fulfill my thrill to just kill myself
I won't lie, I really need a lot of help
I won't die, but I really like to try like hell
But now I found a group of people just like me
Tech N9ne, Prozak, Kaliko, all Strange, see?
No secret that I do weird shit
I take a hooker and I make her my bitch
And mouth-kiss her in the mosh pit

These boys really need some help (this is true)
'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too)
Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody) (Tech n9ne!)
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help)

Yo!
Look at me close, homie
My arms, they liberate me, crazy, baby
Yo, why did thou create me?
I'm a little to the left
I am the incredible hetero devil
Your mother and your chick lookin' edible, huh?
That is always on my mind (What? Fuck! Yeah, yeah fuck!)
If you in my way you gettin' bucked (Yeah! Yeah, bucked!)
And I'on't mean bucked from a horse
Seven twenty-nine, lifting nigga's up, but of course
Sick in the cerebellum, nigga, yo chick gimme cerebellum
He trip, then you better tell 'em I'm mad, shit
Bastard, at last, he gon' get his ass kicked, really fast, quick
Get his ass kick, I'm on a dead man project with Prozak
At yo' doormat, don't treat a killa like co-jack
Sometime, I feel the need to bleed me self
Liberaté me, Lord, because I need help

These boys really need some help (this is true)
'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too)
Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody)
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help)

These boys really need some help (this is true)
'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too)
Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody)
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help)